His silhouette was unmistakable.

I was there yet again. I was getting tired of coming here so often.

She didn't order her usual coffee... In fact, she didn't order at all.

My eyes scanned over the dead bodies hanging on the tree branches.

The chalk on the side of the old brick house made one, large, solid image of what I was looking for.

The vines spiralled up the metal working of the arch.

The gym was unusually loud for an abandoned school.

Instead of checking under the bed... I checked on the bunk above me.

The day after I finally erased everything on my laptop, I found the video once again.

The day my mom told me how my twin was born, I ran away from home.

After the mirror cracked I moved in.

He died, and that caused me to live.

For someone twice my size, he was remarkably unrecognisable, yet he insisted I knew him.

They quit accepting members into the military after my base was destroyed.

When I saw it out of the corner of my eye it imploded.

For the first time in my life... I couldn't fly.

The penny tasted remarkably like blood.

My blood tasted like his.

The calendar wouldn't turn.

There was no wind outside, and I found it hard to breathe.

The pin pricked me, but my blood wasn't red.

Instead of sticking out, her veins pressed into her skin.